First course: chef salad
Main course: stuffed peppers
Dessert: apricot oatmeal muffins
First course: Indian-style cauliflower
Main course: ginger-baked tofu
First course: cucumber salad
Main course: felafels in pita with yogurt sauce
Dessert: home made applesauce
First course: mixed cooked veg with peanut sauce
Main course: Spinach pie
Dessert: apricot muffins
First course: raw veggies and dip
Main course: baked pasta with spinach and chevre sauce
I am having problems with WordPress, so I’ll make this very quick, because goodness knows when I’ll be able to post again…
For the past three weeks or so, I’m having intermittent connection problems. Every single link on my blog, whether to my compose page, my comments page, my About, or Recipes, or whatever … they all take me to my Home Page. WordPress help told me to clear my cache. After a reboot, that worked just fine.
But why should I keep having to do that, every other time I try to log in? I thought maybe it was a browser problem, but a switch from Firefox to Chrome has not solved it.
Ads. Internet ads. There’s no avoiding them. They’re in your gmail account, they’re on Facebook, they’re at the top and sides of almost every page out there. For the most part, I ignore them without difficulty.
Except for the ones that bounce and flash and jiggle. Lordy, they’re annoying. You can’t ignore those ones, but who in their right mind would reward those morons by clicking that link, or, worse, purchasing the product? Ugh. Mostly, I leave that page immediately. (Hear that, Internet ad-purchasers? Those jiggly, flashing, bouncing ads DRIVE ME FROM THE PAGE!) If I must stay on that page, I usually put a sticky note on my monitor to block them out.
So, those are annoying. But the ones — it’s a genre, I guess — that have been irking me lately are the ones that promise to tell you THE ONE SECRET YOUR DOCTOR DOESN’T WANT YOU TO KNOW!!!
Because your doctor, you know, keeps secrets from you. Secrets that, so it’s implied, could improve your health. Your doctor, see, even though she’s a health-care provider, a person who studied bodies and health and how to make/keep people well for the better part of a decade … she really, in her secret heart of hearts, wants you to be sick.
It’s part of a massive medical conspiracy!!!
Like, the average eating and exercise habits of the average North American are not enough to keep a doctor busy for the rest of her natural life. Like, the regular routine bumps and bruises, accidents and disease that befall all of humanity are not sufficient fodder for her talents.
NO! A doctor needs to make sure YOU — you there in your armchair, sitting at home, thinking you’re healthy — she needs to make sure YOU get and stay sick.
Hippocratic Oath? Pshaw!
Honest to pete. And you know those ads must work, because they just don’t go away.
There are some dumb people out there. Lordy.
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
Is this, which slipped the spam filter:
I almost never write responses, but after looking at some of the
responses here Super Seven, week one � It�s Not All
Mary Poppins. I actually do have some questions for you if you don’t mind. Could it be only me or do some of the responses come across like they are left by brain dead individuals? 😛 And, if you are posting on additional social sites, I would like to keep up with you. Could you make a list of the complete urls of all your public sites like your Facebook page, twitter feed, or linkedin profile?
Do you have any idea what purpose this could possibly serve? Yes, there was a link with it, a link which we will not be posting or following. So maybe if I’d followed it I’d have found myself at a porn site or suddenly having all manner of nasties flowing into my computer.
But how could this commnet possibly incite me to follow that link?
He/she/it has some questions for me. About what, my post? Nope. About my commenters? Nu-uh. No, it’s a simple thing really, just a list of all my sites. Oh, yeah. I’m going to give all that — which you could find with a quick google search, anyway — to a random spammer, who wants to do what, exactly, with it? Send more inexplicable comments to all those spots, too? And why would I do that?
Oh, because we bonded, of course, bonded by chortling together over the “brain dead individuals” who make up my commenters. I can see no other reason for a random potshot at my commenters. Goodness knows there are blogs out there which attract morons to the comment feed, and I have spent my share of time happily mocking them. (Quietly. To myself.) This blog, happily, is not one.
It’s not mean-spirited, this deriding my nice commenters, no, no, no. Because there’s a smiley after that sentence! A tongue-out smiley, but still a smiley. See it there, so cheerful, lightening the mood so cleverly? So that’s all right, then! This is a nice, friendly spammer, and I can just send all my stats to him/her/it forthwith, without a moment’s hesitation! Maybe I should include my address and phone number, too?
Junk mail, spam. It’s a fact of life, and for the most part I rely on my recycling bin and my spam filter to deal with it all, and think very little of it. But some of them?
Weird. Weird, weird, weird.
Want to give the kids a Fun New Exploratory Experience?
Just move the furniture. It really only takes one piece. Take one piece of furniture, put it someplace unexpected. A chair to the middle of the room. Upend a small table. Line the dining chairs down one wall of the room. Do one small thing. I like to do it when the kids aren’t watching, then watch them as they discover it.
Because they will, you know. They’ll be drawn to it like flies to honey.
Here, I shifted bench, that wooden, wavy one. Moved it 90 degrees and nudged it up against the under-the-window bench. Took less than two seconds.And suddenly, it wasn’t a bench any more, it was a Climbing Structure! Much noisy, clambering, jumping, crawling, scrambling, follow-the-leadering fun was had, for at least half an hour.
I watched, monitored, and enjoyed a cup of tea. Can’t say as it was a peaceful cup of tea, but it was hot, right down to the bottom! Which is not something you can take for granted, in this biz!
Daniel arrives clutching his blankie, and in full roar. It’s not the norm, but it happens from time to time. Distraction works well, but today neither the dogs, nor the toy trucks, nor a book, nor even knocking over a tower of blocks works.
Time for the Big Guns.
“Hey, buddy? Want some Cheerios?” His wails stop for a split second, and even when he resumes, his eyes meet mine. Ha! I’ve got him.
(Optimal child management? Nope. There is a time to bend those principles. It`s called compromising with reality, or knowing your tolerances. My tolerances a bit low today. Insomnia has me running on about half my normal sleep allotment. I figure I do it rarely enough — compromise my principles, I mean, this is the first time since that linked post was written in February — and since the children are well-behaved, noon-picky eaters, I can cut myself the occasional slack.)
Nor, mind you, do I pretend it’s anything other than what it is.
“Here, love. You sit right there, and I will bribe you with carbs.” Blissful silence descends, punctuated only by the soft sound of crunching Cheerios.
Poppy, a total carb fiend, widens her eyes at the small handful of Cheerios poured out onto the dining table.
“Mary! Mary, I wanna drive my carbs, too!!!”
And so she did. And everyone was happy ever after.